For My Best Friend Laura - Poem by Lucy Williams
She is my friend.
My best friend.
She sits there in a day-dream,
With a cheeky chin on her face.
A super girl,
With a super personality,
She can be the life and soul of the day.
When you most need a friendly face, she is there.
When you most need a shoulder to cry on, she is there.
She is pretty,
But she won't believe you if you tell her.
Dancing like a crazy man,
She runs around laughing her head off.
The one word to describe her.
I won't repeat the blonde thing she has said,
But believe me when I say they're weird.
She makes me laugh til I cry,
Smile and never stop.
She makes me want to scream and dance around.
That's why she is my bestfriend and always will be.
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